The wedding candles gave off an eerie red light, making the old home look even creepier. At the bedroom door, the woman in a tattered wedding dress looked at Chen Ge. Her lips moved, and the voice echoed in Chen Ge's mind. The memories were muddled, and a weird feeling gushed up his heart. She seems to be calling my name.
When he was young, Chen Ge once heard the elders of his family say that there was a kind of ghost in the world that called passersby's names in the middle of the night and then transformed into the person who was the most memorable in the passerby's mind to approach them and harm them.
This female ghost has a similar power?
The voice that they had been hearing amplified; it disturbed Chen Ge's power of thought. He tried to focus, but his body relaxed completely. He raised his eyes to look, and the woman's face changed. There was a general outline, but it slowly turned familiar like he was looking at someone from his memory.
